The sun was perched high above the Queensland soil as I paused to look over, into the gorge.
I couldnt stay for too long, as I needed to make my flight.
This normally wouldn’t have caused mush stress at all, as the flight was 3 hours away, except for the fact that my road map (read: Ipad 2)
had only 6% battery remaining and I was still 160km from the airport.
I stretched my arms and took one last photo, then popped back into the car, air-con set to 3.
The place I was leaving was a special one.
Not because of its amazing beauty, tranquil day spas or knock-out view.
Not even because of the rainforest bush walk I had done an hour earlier, or the 5 star buffet breakfast.
This place I was leaving was a place that hosted one of the most raw and moving weddings I have ever seen.
And that wedding went a little bit like this.